I was doing some work as an asistant cook in a guest house in Llanferfechen, that specialised in hiking/walking tours, where the boss was an asshole PLUS.

The sheep from the local farm were allowed to graze on the land around the house.

One night, as we had all set up the guest room for the christmas dinner for the vict.... sorry GUESTS, along with the rest of the staff, I had a good few pipes of good old Paki black.

The manager was MOST surprised on christmas morning, to find that the sheep had found their way through the fire escape, and had eaten at least HALF the laid out salad bar, pushed most of the chairs over, and had shit all over the floor.

Could be the start of a new trend in supermarket shopping. You know, like those seafood restaurants where you get to pick your own lobster...you could go to the meat counter, pick the sheep you want the leg of lamb, shoulder from and ask the butcher throw in the kidneys as well.